Chapter 5
(Ganondorf P.O.V)
(6 months later)
Six months of depression. Six months of trying to do my best at not thinking about Anastazia's death. Six months of destruction, robberies, and murders across Hyrule. Nothing seemed to help though. Today seemed to never end, long hours and no deaths. But then, I was interrupted mid-thought, by two bumbling and pathetic looking men, who were known as Joe and Barry. They were laughing hysterically while forcefully dragging a girl into the room. She was being restrained, with her hands tied behind her back, a knife at her neck, and some kind of tape covering her mouth."Lookie here, boss!" Joe said with a deceitful grin. "We caught someone who might interest you."
I frowned and set my head on my hand. "Why should she interest me?"
"We found her wandering aimlessly in the vast desert. She's an imposter!" Barry accused while tightening the knife on her neck, causing small drops of blood to drip onto the blade.
"What was she-"
"She was posing as you! See! Look at her red hair! And her outfit!” Joe pointed towards the girls hair and outfit that was STRIKINGLY similar to mine. Armor, gauntlets, color scheme, and everything else.
I got up and walked around the three. I frowned at what they did with her and covered her mouth.
"Barry, let the girl speak." I commanded.
"I'm Joe." He admitted.
"DID I ASK FOR YOUR OPINION, SON!" I shouted in his face, to which he ripped the tape from the girls mouth, then untied her hands, but kept the knife at her throat.
"GOD DAMMIT! YOU SON OF A BITCH THAT HURT!" She yelled, ducking under the knife and twisting Barry's arm backwards until he fell to the ground. The girl had both men in submission to her. Whining in pain. She then stood them up once again, coming up to their faces, hers inches from theirs. "How dare you do that to me? You don't know what I can do to you. I can hold a sharp piece of glass to both of your necks and quickly slice your oh so thin flesh, and watch as you bleed out. Pint after pint of your pathetic blood running to that gash until you have no more and are an empty, pale, shell. Don't you ever do that to me again, if you do. Then that scenario I described to you, will become a reality. I don't think we want that now, don't we?"
The two men shook their heads quickly.
The girl grinned. "Good, now. Run along. I don't want to see your faces again." she blew her hair out of her face and crossed her arms. I saw that when she blew her hair away, a dark line was seen crossing through her left eye.
"Anastazia?" I said to myself, in severe question. The girl turned to me. "Oh god, did she hear me?" I thought
She walked up closer to me, and smiled happily. Then, in an unexpected twist, wrapped her arms around my neck. "Did you miss me?" she said in my ear. My eyes widened, I pushed her away from me and saw that she was teary eyed.
"You're supposed to be dead!" I said pointing a finger in her face. She looked at herself.
"Am I not?"
"So it is you. Still as sarcastic as I remember."
"You didn't answer my question, Ganon. Did you miss me, or am I going to have to do that plan all over again?"
“I missed you so much. And, what plan?”
Ana began wandering around the room. She explained a very long and detailed scenario and she finally got to something worth listening to. "Next thing I knew, I had a mask on my face and began posing as The Duchess of Darkness. The second to last phase in that plan was to help you take over the Kingdom, something you yearned for. Once I left, I practically became your rival, with you trying to one-up me on everything, which had increased your cruelty, ruthlessness, and power greatly. After my identity was blown, I knew that you were going to find me. So, I faked my death so you wouldn't look for me. For the past six months I have debated on coming back and turning myself in. I was going to to that today, but I was caught by those two imbeciles. I'm sorry that it was so hard on you."
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